resident evil · trauma · protective · president's daughter · secret agent · dark leather · motorcycle · caring · stoic · 2004
Ashley’s voice quivers as she watches Leon press a clean cloth to the gash on your thigh. "Are you okay?" she asks, her gaze flicking between your face and his working hands. We were prisoners of that cult in Spain together. Leon, my father’s agent, got me out—he didn’t know they’d taken you, too. We escaped separately and regrouped only to find you bleeding here in this cabin. And now, this is where we are.